Little Sh*t: Chosen Book 9 Page 6

  "I want it all," I whined, reaching a hand between my hips and the bed to latch onto my cock. "But first, I want you as far inside me as you can reach."

  I felt the big body above me shake against me before Harley's sexy growl made the hairs on my neck stand up deliciously. "Fuck. You are absolute perfection."

  Moving back down my body, he dove back into my ass with his mouth, adding fingers to help open me. By the time he had me ready, the stranglehold I had on my dick was threatening my circulation.

  Harley moved off me, reaching into the nightstand by the bed to grab the lube, and then he was crawling up the bed and reclining against the headboard.

  I rose up onto my hands and knees, moving toward him. My eyes moved over his body the entire way, enjoying the way his muscles moved under his skin as he opened the bottle and dumped a liberal amount into his hand before stroking his gorgeous length, readying it for me.

  His eyes were intense as he watched me lean up to straddle his thighs. Tossing the bottle aside, he gripped his dick, standing it up.

  His pretty purple eyes had bursts of gold around the pupil, telling me the bear was simmering quietly below the surface. I pressed my chest to his and lowered my ass to the tip of his cock.

  As I sank onto his flesh, pressing out to make the glide smooth, I let my head fall back on my shoulders, groaning at the exquisite burn of being breached for the first time in years.

  It was amazing and a bit emotional. Not because of the things that had happened to me in the past, but because, as I settled fully onto his dick, my ass once again resting on his thighs, I felt whole.

  Gripping my hips, he stared into my eyes, clear awe on his handsome face. "I love you, Carter. I'm so damn happy I found you."

  The loneliness I had been carrying around for far too long eased out of my heart, to be replaced by Harley. His smell. His taste. The way he felt inside me, all around me. The low, continuous growl rumbling out of his chest and intensity in his eyes as he lifted me by my hips and slammed me back down, his beautiful body rippling with power as he did.

  "Fuck, Harley. Oh shit. I'm not going to last," I babbled, my hands moving from his shoulders to his hair and then back.

  "Me either. But I wish I could last forever. I want to spend every moment right here."

  "I love you! Oh, shit! I love you, Harley!" My spine tingled, my balls rolled, and my body jerked just before hot spurts of cum shot out of my dick, landing against our stomachs.

  As the last wave of my release crested, Harley gave a guttural groan, jerking me forward and sinking his teeth into my neck as his seed spilled out into my ass.

  The pain was brief and minimal, but the tidal wave of pleasure that hit me had me screaming toward the ceiling as another orgasm swept me up.

  Harley whimpered as he too spurted more warmth into my channel.

  "Holy shit," I whispered, trying to catch my breath, my forehead resting against his shoulder as he licked the wound clean. "Is it supposed to be like that? That was fucking crazy."

  Chuckling, Harley nuzzled the side of my head with his. "Honestly, with sex like that, it's a wonder mated couples are even able to function in the world."

  I think I mumbled something about fucktioning is better than functioning, but Harley's chuckle only helped ease me further into sleep.

  Chapter Five

  "Are you sure this alpha is going to be okay with everyone invading his leap like this?" Parker asked as we piled out of the SUVs where we had parked in a parking lot on the edge of the highway.

  The leap house was supposedly not far away. Just through the woods that lined the backside of the asphalted area probably meant for truckers to pull over if they needed a break.

  "Yep," I answered, smiling over at my colleague as he opened the back door of his SUV for Marshall to climb out. "Apparently, they have been fixing up one of the old houses not far from the leap house for all of the chosen who might not be ready to go back to their old lives just yet."

  I could smell the scent of leopards heavy in the air, but as I entered the woods, hand clasped in my mate's, I couldn't see anything that even remotely resembled a house at first. But sure enough, another hundred yards in, and I could make out the dark gray siding and light gray stone exterior of a very large house.

  The usual basket of sweats on the front porch gave Carter pause, but other than a slight frown, he brought his focus to the door just as a leopard with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes threw it open before anyone could even knock.

  "Hey, look! It's my second favorite bear in the world!" Bennett said, smiling at me.

  "You only know two bears," Thompsyn said dryly, coming up behind his mate and looking around at all the people standing behind Harley.

  "Shit, Thompsyn!" I said, as I took in the man's belly. "How did you go from not showing at all to suddenly looking like you swallowed a watermelon? Are you having twins?"

  Groaning, Foster walked up the steps behind me, dragging his flushed-looking mate behind him. "I don't think you are supposed to say stuff like that to pregnant people, Har."

  Shrugging, Thompsyn glanced sideways at his mate. "No worse than Bennett constantly making beeping sounds when I back up, or pretending the earth is shaking when I'm walking through the house. And yes, I am having twins. A boy and a girl." The giant actually smiled, pride clearly showing on his face.

  Reaching over, Bennett patted his mate's round belly. "That there is a couple healthy grizzards he's got growing in there." Leaning forward, he whispered, "I expect him to gain a good twenty pounds this week. Bentley has only been back a day and a half, and bottomless pit here won't stop harassing him about muffins."

  Even I knew not to say shit like that to pregnant people. Maybe my broken filter wasn't all that bad after all.

  Thompsyn just rolled his eyes, picking Bennett up from behind like a wayward toddler and standing back so we could pass, with his sizable mate dangling from his hip and belly protruding out in front of him.

  "Should you be picking him up like that?" Carter asked, eyeing the man's belly.

  Not quite smiling, but definitely not being a cranky bastard like he usually tended to be, Thompsyn nodded at my mate. "The elder said nothing over three hundred pounds."

  Foster dragged a slightly stumbling Burke through the door, and I had to laugh when the smell of cum smacked me in the face. "Well, that would explain why Foster almost took out a mailbox, a street sign, and a parked car."

  Scrunching his nose up when the couple walked by, Bennett nodded. "Road head is dangerous!" He shook his finger at Foster, who snapped at the offending digit, almost taking it off.

  "Dirty, dirty people around here!" Bennett said, holding his finger protectively. "Come on, Syn, let's go home. I think today's the day you make me come just from eating my ass." He shook his finger at the room. "This sex house is no place for an innocent twenty-year-old and his ancient, pregnant mate! Grab our kid, he's going to get corrupted."

  Somebody should have probably told Thompsyn that if he rolled his eyes any harder, they were going to get stuck looking back into his skull.

  "Davis isn't yours, Bennett," a lumberjack-looking mother I'd seen during one of the times we'd lent a hand to the Becker Leap said, pulling a cute little chubby dude into his lap on the couch.

  "Harley!" I smiled when Bentley sat down a tray that seemed to have about six different types of baked goods on it and ran at me with the type of enthusiasm not usually directed at me. He jumped, wrapping his arms around my neck, laughing. "Did you find him?"

  Laughing and squeezing the man back, I met my mate's eyes, ready to introduce him to one of my adoptive fathers, but the look I was receiving made me freeze.

  Oh shit! What did I do?

  Nearing a panic, I sat Bentley down and moved toward the angry man glaring a hole into the center of my forehead while standing stiff with his arms crossed in front of him.

  "What's wrong, Little Shit? What did I do?"

  Sighing and rolling his eyes, Carter
threw his hands up in the air. "Nothing. Quit fucking asking me what you did! You're pissing me the fuck off by automatically assuming you did something wrong. I was just jealous because you were hugging the hottie!"

  Giggling, Bentley stepped around me, offering his left hand for a shake. "I'm Bentley," he said shyly, but with a confidence I was happy to see there. "I have kind of adopted Harley…even though he's like thirty years older than me."

  Taking Bentley’s hand with his own left without ever skipping a beat, Carter nodded at the man who had claimed my boss. "It's nice to meet you, Bentley. Now that I know you aren't trying to put the moves on my man."

  "I'm Kinsey, Bentley's mate, and Harley's other unofficial dad. When the Hispanic man walked up behind Bentley, wrapping his left arm around his mate's waist while leaning around and offering his right to Carter, my mate took it, smiling slightly at the couple.

  I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my face at that moment. I'd always kind of thought of Kinsey as a father figure. He was one of the only people who didn't treat me like an idiot. He knew my faults, and he also knew my strengths. But hearing him refer to himself as my unofficial dad made my throat tight.

  I went from being completely alone in the world to having at least three people to call my own. I swallowed convulsively while my mate stepped back to my side, glancing at my face before taking my hand.

  "I'm Carter, Harley's mate."

  My throat only got tighter, and I could feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. He sounded so fucking proud to call me his mate. Me! I made someone proud.

  "Okay," Kinsey said, turning toward the living room. "Let me see if Flynn is ready to come down. He thought Ridley was looking a bit sleepy earlier and basically dragged him kicking and screaming up the stairs for a nap." My boss was smirking.

  "Literally kicking and screaming." Bennett was still dangling from Thompsyn's arm in a way that looked extremely uncomfortable. "He also called him a fuck-twat-bitch. I tried to tell everyone he wasn't some sweet little flower. That redhead has a temper and a potty mouth! He's going to be teaching the babies all kinds of fucking shit."

  "I feel like I walked into a fucking mad house," Carter mumbled, making me laugh.

  "It gets easier to deal with," Thompsyn said, just as dryly. "And yes, I'm aware that I am saying that while holding a large man backwards on my hip like a infant and being seventy-five months pregnant, but such is my life these days." Thompsyn shrugged. "I'm happy with it."

  "Maybe you should explain that to your face, big guy," Carter said back.

  Bennett chuckled. "I like your mate, Harley."

  I raised both eyebrows, not completely sure what to say to that. "Thanks, I like yours too?"

  When Flynn walked into the room, a still bed-rumpled, slender redhead followed behind, his belly, slightly smaller than Thompsyn's despite being further along, making the t-shirt he wore raise slightly, showing off the very bottom of his adorable baby bump.

  Ridley glanced over toward Bennett and Thompsyn, pausing to do a double-take before sighing and shaking his head, and continued around the chair to plop in his mate's lap once the man had settled in one of the large chairs.

  "So, how is this going to go down?" Flynn asked, pressing Ridley's wild-from-sleeping red locks up under his chin as he wound his arms around his mate.

  All eyes turned to me, and I blinked in surprise. Even Kinsey seemed to be watching me expectantly.

  ***

  "Parker!" I growled again, knowing the microphone on my earpiece would easily pick up my voice even though I was whispering. "Damn it, Parker! Where the fuck are you? Are you clear?"

  I could only hope his earpiece hadn't malfunctioned in some way. They served two purposes: they helped us communicate, and they let out a small pulsing sound that was supposed to help break down the tone of Linus's voice, so we wouldn't be made susceptible to his vocal manipulation.

  Even though the working theory was that you had to be at least partially open to his ideas for it to work. But, everything was just a theory at this point, so better safe than sorry.

  "We still have three minutes, Harley," Boston said beside me as the man on stage continued his saving the shifter species BS to a room full of gullible, manipulated, hateful people. "He probably just has his hands full at the moment. All four of the chosen are in the back of SUVs on their way to Purdy."

  He was right. The only thing we were waiting on now was Parker getting Green into the system remotely and giving the all clear to gas the place.

  "Tomorrow night, we will be having an auction, right here in this building. The chosen have returned to our people, and five unmated humans bearing the mark will be right here, ready to be sent off with the shifter with the deepest pockets. The beginning of our reign starts soon."

  "So, that's the supreme alpha, huh?" Carpenter whispered, sounding unimpressed.

  "Yep. That right there is a man who somehow talked himself into some immense power," Foster said, sounding perplexed.

  "Wait," I gasped, my stomach sinking. "Did he say five? I thought there was only four."

  "I'm out!" Parker's voice sounded off suddenly in my ear, making me gasp. "I'm being carried by my knight in super tight black jeans. He was in the closet of Linus's office, but I dug him out."

  "Parker?! Thank fuck, man. Did you send Green the information he needed?" I asked, feeling the weight of our time window closing.

  "I did." His voice was starting to break up a bit more, telling me they were getting further and further away from the building.

  The roar of the crowd let me know that the man had brought his speech to an end, and when I looked back at him, he was waving as he headed offstage in my direction.

  "This guy you found in Linus's closet, any chance he's chosen? Linus had a fifth chosen stored somewhere." I was really hoping he could still hear me because the man was seconds away from being in front of me.

  "Hey, gorgeous, you have a pretty birthmark that looks like a brand of a Celtic knot?" I heard him ask the man.

  I didn’t hear the reply because I could barely hear Parker at this point, but when Parker's voice came back on, he said, "Yeah, Har. He's the one. They're all out."

  "Great." Relief swept over me, and I slipped on my mask, easing further into the shadows right by where Linus was descending the stairs. "Now."

  I removed the canister from the inside pocket of my leather jacket and pulled the pin.

  "Hillary," Linus growled as he stepped from the final stair. "Cover the bruises on the big chosen in my office, and have someone sedate him. He's too vicious for my taste, but once he's sold, that can be someone else's problem. He needs to be ready for the auction."

  Sighing in relief, because the big chosen in Linus's office had to be the fifth chosen, and almost definitely the mate Parker was speaking of, I released the canister, watching it roll directly into Linus's path just as barely visible smoke began to spew out.

  When the cult leader's toe connected with the metal cylinder, he glanced down distractedly, frowning slightly at what he saw.

  "What the fu—" His eyes widened, and his face paled. When his assistant started coughing, he looked around quickly, already knowing he was screwed.

  I stepped out of the shadows, smiling behind my mask as I raised a hand to wave. "Have fun in hell, motherfucker."

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  Chapter One

  "Fuck!" I limped/zombie-walked into Linus's office, refusing to look down
at the back of my left leg. I already knew a good portion of my calf muscle was probably missing. That badger had been downright vicious.

  Closing the door and throwing the lock, I immediately woke the computer on the desk, glaring at the very large picture sitting next to the monitor.

  "Are you kidding me, Linus? What kind of self-obsessed man keeps a picture of himself on his desk?"

  "At least your office smells nice," I mumbled, opening the internet browser, I accessed the email address we used for getting into other computers, and clicked the link in the top message in the inbox.

  Taking another deep breath, I frowned, growing more and more concerned when the smell seemed to have an effect on my body, causing my dick to perk up.

  Shaking it off, I went back to making a remote access account for Linus's computer. Once it downloaded, I emailed Green the pin to get into it and shrugged.

  "Easy squeezie." Reaching out, I tipped the picture of the man that was decently attractive, but way to slime-ball looking to be anyone I would ever be attracted to until it toppled off the desk, crashing against the floor. "Oops."

  Reaching for the button on my earpiece to put myself back in the conversation, I groaned, and then frowned as waves of arousal hit me hard and fast. "What the fuck," I whispered, freezing just before hitting the button.

  If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was catching my mate's scent. But that would mean my mate was the sociopath running this little freak-show. The sleazy looking man in the picture.

  Starting to shake just from the very idea, I bent as much as my leg would allow, getting ahold of the corner of photograph and shaking the glass fragments off.

  Taking another look at the picture, I cringed. No way in hell I'd ever be attracted to this man. My stomach turned, threatening to unload my sandwich from earlier in the day.

  My mate was a cult leader? Could this be possible?

  A thump from the direction of the closet made me pause. Setting aside the massive disappointment that was finding out you were the first shifter in the history of forever to get matched with someone so completely wrong for them, I let the picture flutter to the floor.